Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Therapy, artist - Swollen Members. Album song Heavy Instrumentals, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.01.2010
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Therapy |
| I’ma pull out my knife or rifle |
| I’m a polite psycho, it’s a full out cycle |
| of a trifle life, cops can suck my cock if they don’t like us I hang around prospects strikers bikers |
| Cruel in a duel, a bull fuelled with nitrous |
| Oxide thoughts fly by like a rock slide |
| Not a far cry from a glorified barfly |
| Horrified when you hear this warrior’s war cry |
| Four out of five dentists recommend that you support Swollen Members |
| Get it? |
| People get their teeth knocked in But some of them will get dentures don’t keep talkin |
| While they sleep walkin, I’m always on their mind |
| Stressed cause I’m successful and on the grind |
| Look no ones secretly behind or under this |
| Its independant bitch I funded it Does that answer your fucking question? |
| No one owns our shit but us This is independant man, don’t worry who I hang out with man |
| Just mind your own fucking business |
| you can’t even control whats really on my mind |
| shut your mouth mind your business |
| I’m a juggernaut, you’re not — you don’t want it And you don’t want us to rock your knot |
| You don’t call us if you got some thoughts |
| You just call us to rock the spot, demolish and pop your top |
| So whassup? |
| I don’t do shit to mock you dawg |
| You doin that by yourself cause you not too hot |
| Now the fat cats run around and copy each other like CD-R's |
| We don’t, cause we be stars |
| See these scars? |
| They didn’t appear by themselves |
| on my knuckles cause motherfuckers wouldn’t keep to themselves |
| When I was younger always havin to defend myself |
| I was out there doin it with nobody else |
| Until I met a couple cats, set a couple raps |
| Got a plan together how to get a couple snaps |
| Flashback to now, we got a whole operation |
| But wouldn’t if we didn’t have a whole lot of patience |
| you can’t even absorb what’s really on my mind |
| shut your mouth mind your business |
| Well you trippin if you think I’m gonna sit on this couch |
| And tell this shrink what my deeply rooted problems about |
| The words out my mouth like acts of vengeance |
| From the blackest dungeons in a mass abundance |
| We move together like shadows and figures |
| We strike when we like, with a mind like the Gravediggaz |
| Painted pictures and still photography |
| Movin images, reverse psychology |
| You should here what they call me when I leave the cypher |
| A nut case, a coo coo, a loo or cypher |
| When I talk on the beat, hot hot heat |
| Shotgun trackmeat please come compete |
| One lap to go before the cartridge blow |
| Hot headed and dreaded with an incredible arsenal |
| I kick back and witted in record time |
| And who’da thought Id have alot of this shit locked in my mind |
| you can’t even absorb what’s really on my mind |
| shut your mouth mind your business |